O Powers that be, make me sufficient to my own occasions.
Teach me to know and to observe the Rules of the Game.
Give to me to mind my own business at all times, and to lose no good
opportunity of holding my tongue.
Help me not to cry for the moon or over spilled milk.
Grant me neither to proffer nor to welcome cheap praise; to distinguish
sharply between sentiment and sentimentality, cleaving
to the one and despising the other.
When it is appointed for me to suffer, let me, so far as may humanly
be possible, take example from the dear well-bred beasts,
and go quietly, to bear my suffering by myself.
Give me to be always a good comrade, and to view the passing show
with an eye constantly growing keener, a charity broadening
and deepening day by day.
Help me to win, if win I may; but--and this, O Powers! especially--if
I may not win, make me a good loser. AMEN.